Ghostly Hauntings of Interstate 65

Go to the café, if you dare, but dont sit in booth #1. Our ghost plays tricks on unsuspecting diners.
How did the pristine, red 1968 Mustang arrive on Interstate-65 at midnight without a driver?
Oh sure, the fortune teller had warned of a little girl in trouble, but why had she said nothing about pink?
Sacred bones, of a prostitute no less, are unearthed during Interstate construction. See how she solves the mystery of a long-forgotten murder.
The mansion was moved in preparation for the new highway, but what about the solid gold coffin in the cellar?